#(shut up i’m gooey alright)

[we-return-in-waves]

y’all my partner. i’m

#i’m fuckongrjdjdjdnsjakkaksl #so i message mr bread right and i’m like lov u miss u send me an audio message bc i like ur voice #(shut up i’m gooey alright) #i’m still awake and i get an audio file #i’m expecting a goodnight or something #no it starts with ‘i’m eating’ #proceeds to narrate his lunch to me including his condiments (its a dumpling day apparently) #bemoans the lack of mayo in the house #chews. LOUDLY. WITH ADDITIONAL SOUND EFFECTS #im in tears of laughter by this point #then i get my goodnight request #ommhggnmkngfdx #y’all how am i meant to sleep in these conditions #i’m too busy pissign myself laughing #i’m crying lmao #real honest tears my stomach hurts help me #i’m gonna marry that man and that’s facts 🫡😂 #if ur still reading this i’m very impressed anyway #kelposting #bread boy

[moxfirefly]

Rated Some What Spicy.

A little something that came to mind and I’m gifting it to @turtle-babe83

The feeling coiled within his stomach, deep and low to the point that he thought he was going to puke.

One can puke from excitement, right?

Because he was just about to prove it.

There was no anxious mission, no fighting about to start. He was simply existing within himself and probably training his green eyes at you. Watching carefully as you moved about the space. A section of his brain screamed at him to stop, to quit staring and shut his brain off.

But, fuck…

How could he? He hasn’t succeeded in doing so since the first day he had met you. The very second you had smiled up at him, something sweet and innocent that he wanted to eat.

He wanted to eat you.

Not in the full definition of the word, but the spirit of it. He wondered what sinking his teeth into sensitive gentle flesh would feel like. He wondered what the shape of his name would sound like exhaled from your throat. He wondered what the sweat that clung to your skin would mingle like with his seed sprayed against it.

Raph swallowed, audibly, but it proved useless to swallow the metaphorical knot stuck in his throat.

He picked up a piece of candy that April had flung towards Mikey’s direction not five minutes ago. Concentrated on the mundane task of unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth. The swirl of his tongue wrapped around t until the gooey centered spilled.

And yet all his brain could picture was your lips, his dick and that atrociously desperate need to see your swallow him whole.

His teeth broke the candy, loud enough that April cringed.

“You alright big guy?” She asked, avoiding another onslaught of Mikey hurling popcorn at her. They had been engaged in a hefty debate on what tonight’s movie marathon genre should be.

Raph hadn’t been mentally present for half of it. He had personally checked out when you had pushed your seat out and gotten up to get the food ready. The whole motion of movement had made your skirt floosh and the faintest reveal of thigh had been enough to send him into his own personal horny hell.

“M’fine, just getting a headache from Mikey defending The Matrix so much” He managed to move his eyes from you to cast a glare at his youngest brother.

“We can’t watch a Patrick Swayze marathon for the fifth time dude, we gotta expand our horizons” He was adamant that Mikey simply wanted to bust his balls.

“One doesn’t get tired of Point Break” Was his final statement before April offered up another trilogy as an option.

The five minute break had helped, the candy had fully melted in his mouth and by the time his eyes found you like autopilot, you had gone to the bathroom by the lack of your presence.

“Keep an eye on the food numbnuts, be right back, and no April we ain’t watching Jennifer’s Body, ya get a weird look in yer eye when that broad goes berserk on them dudes” Her huff made him smile but why were his legs lifting him up and delivering him towards the bathroom that surely was occupied?

Had he finally fucking lost his mind?

He silently prayed he’d trip and perish on his way but much to his dismay he was at the door just as you began to step out. The little jump was endearing, the wide look in your eyes quickly changing before the nervous laugh kicked in.

“Jesus I didn’t hear you” You commented with a giggle.

“My bad, ninja shit and all that” He felt his tongue was made of clay.

“Well naturally you’d be good at sneaking around, so what’s the finale decision for the marathon?” You asked, peaking a glance behind him as the debate for The Matrix had now been swapped for Rush Hour.

Raph swallowed, eyes taking in your small frame compared to his massive one. The concept of how you’d look beneath him punched him in the gut and exhilarated him all at once.

God he wanted to fucking eat you up.

“…Do ya wanna skip the movie?”

It was out of his mouth before he could shove it back down his esophagus.

“What? Like not watch them?” You weren’t taken aback, merely intrigued by his sudden change. But he could tell there was a little beneath your words an almost hopeful want.

It took a great deal for Raph to unglue his mouth, a rattle in his spirits as the adrenaline zig zagged inside of his veins.

“Kinda just wanna hang with ya…just us” He whispered it, a little nugget of information that found itself smacking your concern into a grin.

Why were you grinning?

Oh fuck!

“If you wanna be alone with me all you had to do was ask, is that it? Is that what you want Raphie?” His palms felt sweaty, he felt his stomach do a violent somersaults but your grin, your eyes casted upwards at him didn’t allow him to move. All he could muster was a nod, slow and meaningful enough to make your eyes shiny with curiosity.

Did you know? Could you read every shameful thought that’s ran through his brain all these years?

The aftertaste of the candy still clung to the inside of his cheeks, it mixed with the little saliva he had left from swallowing so much.

“Hey Mike, watch the food, something came up and Raph’s gotta take me home!” There was a muffled yeah yeah yeah from him and before Raph could look back your hand was in his.

Soft skin on his callouses.

“Well, let’s go” You smiled whilst leading him towards one of the exits in the Lair.

He allowed you to tug him, mind too wrapped up still on how your hand felt against his own. That impossible desire to pull back against him, to feel your further against him.

That need to consume you ran through his body like electricity.

What the fuck was he getting himself into?

#paimon writes #tmnt bayverse #tmnt raphael x reader #raphael x reader #raph x reader #raphael #tmnt raphael #gift fic #turtle-babe83

[onsunnyside]

I got drunk without daddy around and that’s why he’s mad 😣 shame on me

oh did you 😳😳

me thinks in my college football player!ari au: even though you two are rivals (🌝) he still watches over you at parties, it’s become second nature to make sure you’re alright.

He skips one party but gets a call from one of his friends: “uh, are you still busy tonight?”

“Do you need me to drive you home already?”

“Not me,” Curtis snorts, “not any of us actually. The little princess drank more than she can handle and is currently vomiting in the bathroom sink.”

Ari cringes and wipes his forehead with a towel. “Why the sink?”

“She doesn’t want to sit on the ground.”

“I’ll ruin my new skirt, jackass!” Comes your muffled voice, followed by a groan. “Fucking Ari—” you drag on the last syllable, “don’t come—I’ll go home by myself… and you probably smell. Ugh!”

He just rolls his eyes and grabs his car keys. The frat house was empty since everyone was at the party too, and despite your rivalry, there was an unspoken rule to keep tabs on you. Ari said it was because his parents would freak if he let anything happen to you, but his friends speculate some gooey feelings.

“Spoiled brat, you don’t even know how to take care of yourself.” He huffs, begrudgingly carrying you down the front porch. “Like a fucking little baby, can’t even think for yourself either.”

“Shut—” you drunkenly hiccup, “—up. And you do fuckin’ smell! Let me go!”

“I was working out when Curtis called me to come save your ungrateful ass.”

“Ugh, you meathead! I’m gonna throw up again!” The world spins as he sets you on your feet, you sway, catching yourself on his stupidly shiny vintage car.

“Not in my car.”

“I can’t control my vomit, asshole.” You cross your arms.

“Then we’ll stand here until you’re ready to go. I’m not gonna ruin my leather seats just because you can’t handle your alcohol.” Ari mirrors your stance, although he’s bigger and more threatening than you in your high heels and mini skirt. “And you better watch your attitude, unless you want everyone to see your ass bruised at the game tomorrow night.”

#sonny drabbles #ask sonny #wips ask #ari loving hours #college football ari au

[epiclamer]

I NEED a continuation of medical care. PRETTY PLEASE?

What if I said no, hm?

Cw: syringe/needle/injection warning (not much but just in case needles gross you out a bit-) and of course, medical/hospital setting

@equestrianwritingsstuff

Part 1

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Medical Care Pt. 2

When the storm of medics behind Hero finally caught up to the pair they quickly strapped the unconscious villain to a spine board before rushing them off to a room with higher security. They had obviously underestimate Villains strength the first time and they weren’t about to do it again.

Villain was dangerous when they were cornered and delirious and a dangerous Villain never led to a happy ending. But when the medical team began pumping various sedatives into Villains bloodstream Hero found themselves stepping forward to intervene.

“They’ll be fine once we explain the situation calmly, this is unnecessary.” Hero tried, putting a hand over one of the doctors syringes to try and stop them.

The doctor merely huffed, unimpressed. “You tried that last time and did you even see the destruction they caused?”

Hero grumbled something under their breath as the doctor pushed them away and slipped the syringe into Villains joint, completely unbothered by the hero’s death glare as they continued with their work. For some reason Hero couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that came with the way that doctor looked at them, but they figured it was just nerves.

Hero may not be friends with Villain or be close at all in anyway—considering Villain was a criminal and Hero was a crime-stopper that would make sense—but Hero did have some sort of sympathy for their nemesis. Of course, Hero was an empathetic person and shared emotions for everyone good and bad, but with Villain there had always been a stronger connection.

Even under the weight of so many drugs pumping through their system Villain still managed a small flinch and whimper when a nurse touched their forehead.

That practically shattered Hero’s heart.

They shouldn’t have been feeling like this towards their greatest enemy, but after knowing them for so long and seeing them so vulnerable for the first time… Hero wanted nothing more than to wrap Villain up in a blanket and cuddle them into their chest. Ridiculous. They knew, but they couldn’t help the warm feeling bubbling up inside of them.

“Excuse me, but visitors aren’t allowed in the operating room.” It was the same doctor as before, giving them a stupid smirk that lacked all professionalism. They were practically mocking Hero for having to leave, grinning with pride that they were the one who got to kick them out.

“I’m actually posing as security here-“

“We have plenty of guards. I’m sure we’ll be alright. Now, would you please step outside and let the actually important people work?”

Hero had half the mind to put that doctor in Villains condition right here, right now. But, they drowned the feeling in the mushy-gooey emotion that Villain gave them instead. Simply smiling condescendingly and heading for the door.

The doctor trailed after them and once Hero had stepped out of the room and into the empty hallway the doctor shut the door just enough that their head was poking out. Something familiar glinting in their eyes—a gaze Hero had definitely seen before even if they had never been to a hospital—and it was gone in a flash.

“If your precious rival wakes from the sedation and panics I’m afraid we’ll have to euthanize them, they only get one strike, y’know?”

And as the door shut and locked in front of the hero, they finally recognized that medic. Supervillain always had a certain look in their eyes anyway.

#yeaaaaaa I’m getting back to the asks #don’t worry folks #it’s happening #I’m back babyyyyyyyy #hero x villain #villain #villain x hero #hero #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #oneshots #scenarios #supervillain #hero and villain #villain and hero #villain whump #hero caretaker #whump #whumpee #caretaker #hospital #hospital setting

[corrodedcoughin]

anna, i’m gonna chuck a thought at you and i want you to bear with me because it’s got the silly vibes i think u fucking adore so ✋😳🤚 bear with me!

ok but business time by flight of the conchords (if you haven’t heard it. stop. go listen RN) is exactly the type of song that eddie makes up and serenades to steve when stevie’s cooking dinner for em both- like eddie’s got one legs propped up on the couch, guitar in hand, and alright, it’s not quite adlibbed he’s sorta had the lyrics in his brain for a bit and in the beginning steve is like nodding along with the strumming up until eddie starts singing, “tonight we’re gonna make love- you know how i know? because it’s wednesday. and wednesday night is the night we usually make love,”

and steve is hiding a snort behind his hand, stirring the pot and eddie’s just still going, “then we’re in the bathroom, brushing our teeth… it’s all part of the foreplay, i love foreplay,” and doing The Most in his fuckin performance and steve is got that fond exasperation as he tries not to giggle at his boyfriends antics cos eddie is singing this just like a gooey love song despite his lyrics “then you sort out the recycling… that isn’t part of the foreplay process but it’s still very important,” and he gets as far as “i remove my clothes very very clumsily, tripping sensually over my pants” before steve is like jesus CHRIST shut up, grinning and all, and eddie pours because he doesn’t even get to the do the chorus a second time around :((

RUBY!!!! RUBY !!!!!! I !!!! FOTC!!!! YOU ARE A GODSEND!!!!!

LISTEN LISTEN THAT IS ABSOLUTELY EDWARD MUNSON TO A T!!!! I CAN SEE HIM!!! GOD business socks but also Boom?? can we just imagine for a second

'oh my god, she's so hot, she's so flipping hot she's like a curry. i want to tell her how hot she is but she'll think I'm being sexist. She's so hot she's making me sexist. bitch!' and it's jut a straight narration of everything STEVE is doing PLEASE!!! Steve doing the most MUNDANE thing and Eddie is in the back like 'you like boom and i like boom' and he just gets SO INTO his own thing and ends up losing track with it all and straight up vibing and Steve just looking on like 'hey I thought this was abt me????'

WAIT BUT THIS TOO!! Eddie trying to romance Steve before they get together and trying not to be obvious about it so he comes up with this full song when he's at a party Robin throws. He's trialing the song out with corroded coffin and they KNOW they all KNOW who he's talking about but trying to play his feelings down and its 'the most beautiful girl in the room'

LIKE??? PLEASE imagine cringe fail antibiotic resistant slay bbg eddie singing this to his friends

'you're so beautiful you could be a waitress! you could be a part time model in the 60s' and it just goes on to be an imagined retelling of the most BORING night

'i can't believe that I'm sharing a kebab with the most beautiful girl i have ever seen with a kebab. why don't we leave? let's go to your house and we can feel each other up on the couch' and its SO BAD and he is just SO INTO IT and revealing things about himself like

'ooh, you're like one of those girls I've definitely been chatting to in the chat rooms wild slut angel 22 at yahoo, you're so beautiful like a tree!'

and it ends with 'oooh you're spending part of your time modeling and part of your time next to ME eh hee eh hee!!!'

and he's out of breath and closed eyes and stares at cc after like 'so, what do you guys think :D' and the cc boys are just staring at him like oh! oh um yeah! sure!

And Jeff is the only brave one of the group so looks Eddie dead in the eye and says 'it’s shit. But i think Steve would like it' And Eddie the wet fish that he is throws himself on the floor and mumbles 'he can't ever know' and Gareth just pats him on the head 'terrible song dude’

#RUBRYYR RUBYYYYY THE FACT YOU THKUGHT TO SEND A SILY FUN IDEa….to ME???? ME??!???!? #I SQUEAKED IN THE OFFICE READIFN YOUR MESSAGE #ZHEs so BUSINESS SOCKS I CANT CONTAIN THID JOY YOUVE UNLEASED IN ME #AAAAAAAA #I honestly am IN LOVE with this MADE MY DAY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU DO MCUCH #EVERYTHING YOU DO IS A GOFT AND THIS IS NONEXCEPTION AAAAAAAAAA #showers you in praise and amazement and ADORATION RUBY!!!!! #my additions are MESSY and BLEH but you MADE ME LAUGH!! and I NEEDE DIT!!! #OBSESSED W U!!! #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #THANK YUO!!! #INDONT DESRVE SUCH DELIGHTS!!!

[wyverian-lady525]

I’ve listened to the Portals album and I’m gradually starting to dislike the swarm more. And thus, I’ve decided on a request once again featuring Kyle.

Kyle and his Male Rider S/O are sitting down on the hill, having a picnic as the swarm appears. The rider has none of it after a minute of teasing and grabs one of them violently by the throat and threaten, please change the threat if it is too explicit, “I will castrate you and force you to choke on your own dick.”

Overall, the swarm figures out that Kyle’s usually shy and skittish boyfriend has a violent side, which caused them all to fear him mainly because he is a man true to his word and will very much do what he threatened if they don’t shut up.

I like the threat XD I hope you like this! And if any requests of anyone seem missing, feel free to send them in again!

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It's Always The Quiet Ones

Kyle just wanted to have a nice day out with his boyfriend, but of course his brothers have to bother you guys. Surprisingly, you take care of the situation.

Lulucion is always so nosy, so Kyle figured that taking you out for a picnic would be a perfect way to hang out. After Kyle's dad accepted you as his boyfriend, a weight felt like it was lifted off the hunter's shoulders. He could now finally enjoy his time with you. And since you were usually shy and easily skittish, taking you away from the bustle of the city is how Kyle likes to spend his time with you.

Plus, it keeps his brothers far away from you as well. Or so he thinks.

"Thanks for this Kyle. It's nice to get out and have some time with you." You said softly as you reached for a sandwich. Kyle nodded in agreement, enjoying the food as well.

"I'm glad. The peace is nice." Kyle said and you smiled. However, the universe always loves to prove Kyle wrong.

Because the peace was short lived.

Kyle's swarm of brothers soon appeared, whether by accident or on purpose. Either way, their objective when they saw their youngest brother and his boyfriend was the same. Levi got that shit-eating grin on his face when he noticed Kyle's face pale.

"What are you guys doing here?" Kyle demanded from his brothers.

"Well, since you ran off without a word, dad was worried. He asked us to come look for you." Aeon said.

"And look at what we found." Levi said while forming a heart with his hands and putting you and Kyle in it. You began to frown.

"You know now, so you can leave." Kyle said while glaring at Robin, who began to make knowing eyes at him and you. Isaac began to giggle like a little boy.

"Aww, can't we join you?" Levi asked in a gooey tone as he moved to sit down at your picnic area. Now, he wouldn't have expected you to do anything because you are usually quiet, leaving all the talking to Kyle. However, this wasn't just your boyfriend's outing, this was also your outing, and you weren't going to have these men tease you the whole time.

Faster than a Nargacuga, you reached forward and grabbed Levi's throat in a threatening manner. Everyone went silent.

"One more word from you, and I will castrate you and force you to choke on your own dick." You growled before shoving him so hard that Levi fell on his back, coughing and spluttering as he was able to breath again.

"Woah..." Robin whispered in fear.

"Woah indeed." Kyle said with a smirk, very impressed and very turned on by your sudden aggressive behavior.

Levi scrambled to his feet and eyed you in fear. You continued to glare at him, and when your eyes flickered over to the other brothers, they all flinched and jumped. The look in your eyes was a promise. A promise that you would keep your word and enact that threat if they continued to bother you further.

"Alright...let's head home and tell dad he's fine." Aeon said, trying to be as responsible as possible when it came to taking care of the problem and keeping every little bit of him safe.

So, with mumbled apologies and squeaks of fear, the swarm took off back home with their tail between their legs.

"Finally..." You said in relief as you leaned back.

"It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?" Kyle said with a grin as he scooted closer to wrap an arm around your shoulders. You grinned at his words, knowing that he enjoyed seeing that violent side of you.

"You should talk like that more often." Kyle suggested and you just laughed.

"Believe me, if your brothers bother us again, you'll hear even better threats come out of my mouth." You said, causing you both to laugh as you continued to enjoy the picnic together in peace once more.

#monster hunter stories #monster hunter stories 2 #mhst #mhst2 #kyle #kyle x reader #mhst2 kyle #mhst2 kyle x reader #monster hunter stories 2 kyle

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again. Awwwwwww! The Rems are both adorable. Also I think it’s really sweet how they got the moment to themselves.)

So I’m going to give them space to have their moment, then quietly be a fly on the wall and observe unless they address me. Let’s let them have time to themselves.

Glow Eyes

(Happy new year!)

Whenever Remus kissed someone his fingers always scrunched together out of excitement. He probably didn't even know he did it. But Remy had noticed.

It had gone a few days since their date at the art gallery and it seemed like a family of butterflies had decided to take nest in Remy's stomach ever since. It was a bit silly but they had honestly forgotten how fun kissing could be. Obviously they loved their sweet Janus kisses but it wasn't the same as them and Remus. The both of them were like excited high schoolers who had just had their first kiss. Remus could barely even remember the feeling of not having to be on edge while kissing.

(Even though his whole body was still tense whenever they kissed. If a movement was even a bit too fast he flinched back and started to babble out barely coherent reasons to why he couldn't do that right now. Baby steps and all that)

The two of them were sitting on Remus' bed while leaning closer to each other in the most awkward ways to be able to make out without clinging all over one another. He was holding his hand against their shoulder while they were bending their arm in a bit of an uncomfortable way to hold his hand.

A shudder went up Remy's back as they stopped the kiss just for a moment to catch their breathe. Their arm slipped around his waist as they moved to kiss him again. He had suddenly turned still to the point of holding his breathe.

"Do you want to stop?" Remy asked as they held up their hands as if to show they weren't going to hurt him.

Remus' eyes were wide but he didn't respond. Didn't even parse his lips.

Remy knew it probably meant he was too afraid to say no so they moved away so their legs were dangling off the edge of the bed. Remus slipped his hand into theirs and squeezed tight while staring aimlessly at a spot on the wall.

"think i got some uhm got some intrusive thoughts" He mumbled while his jaw slacked as it usually did when he was on the edge of falling into memories "know you wouldn't"

"I getya. I think I had like a nightmare last night where it was you..but you were also like a character I saw in a film last week and you were like strangling me I think but my teeth kept falling down my throat so it got like even harder to breathe I think"

"if it wasn't for it being so uhm so trauma that sounds really sick" Remus chuckled lightly while leaning his forehead against the top of their back.

"Ey girlie you're not wrong" Their leg was bouncing at immense speed "Y'know I think dreams get more vivid when the brain isn't like on drugs and stuff. You think my dreams gonna start feeling like they're lasting for days? Weeks?-"

"If you want I can..." His brain had to load a bit until he could continue the sentence "tell you a bunch of gross gore facts so your nightmares at least won't involve real memories" Remus suggested.

"Yeah well like it's like a- a withdrawal center or whatever are we sure they're gonna let me take my hormones still what if-"

"Jannie called and asked them. Remember?"

"Mhm...Right" Remy shut their eyes tight and took a deep breathe "Sorry babe I like didn't think I would get this nervous. Did I pack everything? AH shit my cane-"

"Is laying by the bag. I put a gooey monster sticker on it so you'll know it's yours the entire time" Remus smiled a little as he pressed a soft kiss against their back, right where their spine stuck out the most "Wanna make out again to distract yooouu?"

Remy turned around to meet him in a kiss and smiled when they noticed his fingers scrunching together again.

"Alright darlings I got the monster energies you asked for and Logie found some strange moss he thinks-" Janus' next word got caught in their throat as they stopped in the doorway and looked at the other two.

It still made him a bit flustered to see them kiss simply because he thought both of them were so pretty when they did.

"JANNY!" Remus exclaimed while gladly taking the monsters before kissing them on their cheek.

"BABE!! Savior in snake skin!!" Remy exclaimed just as loudly.

Their legs ached too much for them to run up and kiss him so they waited as he walked up to the bed and leant in to kiss them. They snaked their arms around his waist and jokingly pulled him in so he fell onto the bed.

At the back of their mind a voice told them that Remus would get mad at them for being too affectionate with Janus. Or that Janus would get jealous over them dating Remus. Even though the three of them had sat down to talk about their boundaries in their new poly relationship.

They tried to shake the thoughts away but somehow the words Virgil used to yell in jealous rage about them being a cheating unloveable whore kept echoing around in their skull.

Janus kissed the side of their lips and they smiled into the kiss. It dampened the echoes if only a little.

Logan came into the room carrying his car keys "Is everyone ready to go?"

"LOGIE!" Remus hugged him tightly.

"Greeting Remus. I found a patch of moss I'd like you to see later"

"Great! I made some more sketches for the spider boombox!"

"Fascinating. Remy are you ready to go the treatment clinic or do you have to keep kissing my partner for a while to get your confidence up?" Logan asked with just a hint of a joking tone.

Remy threw a pillow at him in response which he caught perfectly and threw back at them. It hit Janus instead to which they dramatically pretended to roll over and die while groaning in agonizing pain. Remus threw another pillow at them while laughing maniacally.

"Yeah...I think I'm ready to go" Remy said. Their hands where still shaking. Remus took their left hand, Janus the other and the three of them held each other closely.

--

By the evening the withdrawal hadn't started to kick in yet but it still felt eerie. The treatment center had a strict lights out schedule but Remy couldn't sleep. All they could do was count down to when the withdrawal would start to kick in. Their last dose had been a mix of ket and xanax and they tried to do the mental math of how many hours they had left but it already felt like their skull had been stuffed with cotton from restless stress.

Their phone had been taken away almost as soon as they signed in. They had known they would only be able to see Janus and Remus at visiting times. They had known that. But it still felt horrible to actually be without them.

They didn't want to wake up their roommate so they reached out for the sketchbook on their nightstand. (Remus had left it for them. He said doodling could be a good distraction). They took a pen and wrote a little message hoping that some watcher would be around.

'i fel kinda alone. could u get a sewing needle for me? for te art thingie remus asked me to do? or jst talk to me? please?'

#thanks for the ask! #(u can go annoy other characters as well if u want) #glow eyes #sanders sides

[sunflowergyeomie]

can you handle it?

sypnosis: jeonghan is a real pain in the ass, we all know that. he always seems to get you to do things you never agreed on doing, you try not to fall for them though. what if one day you accidentally fall into his trap and give in, without knowing at all?

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader (vagina bearing)

genre: established relationship, fashion design student!au, architect!au, smut (18+ only)

word count: 2.9k

warnings: profanity, m!dom, degradation, lots of cum play, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, pet names, size kink?? if you squint

a/n: bcos the irl girl version of jeonghan (aka my devil angel twin) @shuajeong told me "there aren't any fics of jeonghan lately", thus ✨this is written purely for you and your pain 😘 i have to say though, this isn't my best work :( i kept going back and forth and i rewrote and changed things at least three times so 😖😖 (i'm lowkey done with it so i'm sorry i tried, i really did) please forgive me.

Challenge?

Oh, it’s a challenge, alright.

Annoyed is what it is, lips pressed tightly together as you sink in the indescribable feeling. That’s what was currently happening seeing how there is a huge load of cum in your panties – an ignorant aftermath of your quickie with Jeonghan this morning before he drove you to class.

He even had the nerve to question how long you could stay like that for the entire day. You took that as him asking for a challenge and having been with you for a while now, Jeonghan knew you were never one to back down from them. Having basked in the afterglow of sex sure made you think anything was possible – or more accurately speaking his dick just made you dumb.

Now that it’s almost noon, you’re absolutely starting to regret the choice you’ve made, especially when you’re sitting halfway through your second lecture for the day, simply feeling that load threatening to spill out from the cotton panel, onto your inner thighs and slowly ooze down your legs.

Multiple calls of your name put a halt to your thoughts. A hand waves across your face while your eyes focus and refocus as the silhouettes come into sight. Your friends, Mingyu and Minghao are both staring at you, confusion etched across their faces, anticipating an answer from a question one of them probably asked. But in all honesty, you couldn’t recall the subject matter, nor did you give a shit about their issues because your main concern at this time is to get the hell out of there. “Oh, huh? Oh yes, sorry, yes, I’ll absolutely do that.”

A little laugh escapes from Mingyu’s lips while Minghao frowns. “I said.. What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asks, “You have a weird look on your face.”

“Are you not feeling well?” Minghao chimes in. “We can take n-“

“I’m fine, guys. Just a little tired,” You brush off, not wanting to go too deep into whatever you were currently feeling. It’s not that the guys weren’t close to you. In fact, they grew to be one of the closest ever since freshman year when all three of you showed up in the same pattern drafting class, wary looks on everybody’s faces in a new environment. Since the fashion department itself is small with only a few hundred students enrolled, it also meant that classes were taken with familiar faces, rarely is there a fashion student you haven’t seen before. Not to mention you were always being grouped in numerous projects and that’s how the three of you came to be. Both of them knew of your relationship with Jeonghan, of course, but there’s just some things that are better off left unsaid even if they are your best friends.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the both of them stealing glances at you every now and then. Even though they didn’t buy your excuse, Mingyu and Minghao knew better than not to bug you about it so throughout the whole three-hour lecture, you could just sense their concern emanating off their bodies. Adding on to your growing anxiety, making you more on edge, terrified that at any moment they would catch a glimpse of whatever dirty secret you were holding in – quite literally. Pulling out your phone, you quickly sent a text.

[12:03 PM]

you: I can’t take this anymore.

hannie: what’s wrong, princess?

You groaned, exasperation coating your breath. Was he playing dumb?

you: you know what I mean, han.

hannie: and what about it?

hannie: if I recall correctly, weren’t you the one who practically begged me to cum inside of you? Was just doing what you asked me to, princess :)

Scoffing in disbelief, you ignore his message, tossing the device straight into your bag, now furious at yourself for agreeing to it.

Stupid dick.

You weren’t even that horny this morning.

The cement walkways on campus greet the three of you as you step through the warm breeze. The sun shining through every leaf on the tall oak trees above you signal the firsts of many beautiful days now that summer is just around the corner. The bright weather is a big contrast to your dampening mood as your feet slowly drag along the blocks, leaving a gap between you and your friends while you try to keep up. You weren’t too keen on walking too fast right now. One wrong shift and you could be at risk of having Jeonghan’s gooey, semi-translucent, and not-so-warm release pooling down from underneath your mound. The two paid no attention to you though, they’re happily chatting about lunch options and the next possible location for studying afterwards. Not that you were going to join them anyways, not until you get the mess in between your legs situated.

“How about donkkaseu?” Mingyu turns around to ask, head whipping back mid-sentence to look at you, only to turn around and see that you’re already gone. His head turns left and right, trying to find you in the crowd of students, squinting his eyes for even a glimpse of your backpack but you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where’d she go?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Minghao gives him a pointed look. “Jeonghan.” He says bluntly.

Jeonghan works downtown, a full hour away from your university. He was a busy man, well-equipped with knowledge and never failed to take pride in his work, no matter what it was. Your boyfriend was a well-wanted individual – not only with people who desperately wanted to be in his inner circle but also in his field of work with the numerous clients fighting for a slot in his schedule. Jeonghan has never-ending project proposals, spending most of his hours reviewing alterations and redevelopments on his building designs – a perfectionist, you often say or an obsession as others might call it. Knowing how serious his job was to him, you made sure not to meddle in with his profession, seeing how much it irritated him whenever he couldn’t concentrate, but this time was different – and you couldn’t hold yourself back from making the journey. You bow as you greet the secretary at the front desk. She takes one look up from her screen and already knows who you’re here for, immediately telling you of your boyfriend’s whereabouts while you nod back in thankfulness.

Pushing the heavy doors to Jeonghan’s office, the first thing you notice were his eyebrows deeply furrowed upon his face, a definite telltale to the attentiveness of the task in front of him. A few coworkers were surrounding him, each hovered over what seemed to be like another one of his drawing plans. At the click of the doorknob, Jeonghan’s head perked up when he saw you enter. A smile threatens to pull at his lips, but he bites them to prevent the joy from appearing. He’s been waiting for you all day. Having expected you to cave in earlier so he could have an excuse to take a long break. The current deal he was working on was getting to his head even though he’s gone over it a couple times already. He just needs a reset, a breather of some sort, … a release. Jeonghan fakes innocence however when he asks why you’re here. Simultaneously, his brain has already got his fingers wrapped around the string – pulling once, twice, three times, officially starting the internal mischievousness in him. A devious idea accelerating right before your very own eyes.

You furiously start making your way towards him, hair flying in all directions, nostrils flared in annoyance, your cheeks flamed red from built-up anger since the early morning you got to school, and the wrinkle between your eyebrows. You were a hot-tempered mess, you knew that but god, all he could think about was how beautiful you look. The way your eyes are rounded with the curvature of your nose bridge, adding on to the natural tint to your soft lips. Your lips that pout ever so slightly whenever you want something, your lips that taste like a mixture of yourself and that artificial strawberry-flavoured chapstick you apply every morning, your lips he so badly wants to feel against his own.

Your voice cuts through, interrupting his trance. “Excuse me, can I speak to you privately for one second?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan grins, dropping the pen as his hands start pushing his body up from the plush chair, quickly dismissing his staff with a wave of the hand. They take a hint as one by one, each of them starts leaving. He stands up, arms already going around your waist to pull you close, “Hi baby, how was your day?” He asks, head tilting as his hands are already reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.

You open your mouth to spew words, anger bubbling in letters as they boil up to the back of your throat but all of which dies down when the fire is turned off. Blocked off after the door is shut behind the last person when his demeanour takes a turn and switches a whole 180 degrees. His plan finally comes into action as his acting skills gear up. Licking his lips, his hands drop as he takes a step closer to you, hovering over your tiny figure. He’s finally got you where he wanted you in the first place. His eyes peer down from the lenses of his wired glasses, “Don’t you know better than not to interrupt me while I’m working?” He pauses. “What do you think my staff will think if you’re here for too long?” The back of his fingers gently trails down your face, almost feather-like as you try to press your face against his palm, leaning more into his touch.

“Guess you couldn’t keep it in, huh? I always knew you were a little slut.” Jeonghan tsked, “Was my cock not enough that you needed a second filling? It’s only been a few hours, darling.”

He starts walking back to his desk, hands going into his pockets as he leans against the edge. It shouldn’t have intimidated you, the way his eyes bore into yours but you gulped anyways, a feeling of excitement stirring in your lower abdomen as you clenched around nothing. You opened your mouth to retaliate, only for it to be shaped like what seems like a silent ‘o’. One of his eyebrows raise, a silent gesture for you to come.

Out of habit, your legs start moving obediently on their own until they reach the fronts of Jeonghan’s dress shoes. Tracing the outline of his long, toned legs hidden underneath the carob brown material of his trousers, you couldn’t help catching onto the small details of the garment. The modern leg-lines seamed in to elongate his legs, waistband wrapped around his torso showcasing his slim but strong build, the button with its holes as imaginary eyes and a crossed thread disguised as lips silently screaming ‘open me, open me!’.

He grabs your jaw, forcing you to tear your eyes away from his lower half to look at him. “I thought you came here to say something, but I can practically see the drool coming out of your pretty little mouth, staring at my cock.”

“I-“, He spins you around, positions changed now that you’re the one leaning against the desk. Jeonghan dives his head to capture your lips with his. You’re taken by surprise as a gasp escapes from your mouth while he takes that as a chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your bottom lip; full of need and desire, desperate to let out his frustrations. All your effort is focused on keeping up, molding your mouths together. Your anger is now replaced with lust. His hands are moving down to grip your ass.

Your breath hitches when his lips start trailing down your jaw, gently nibbling the soft skin on your neck before travelling down the valley of your breasts. He doesn’t bother trying to take off your top, opting to unbutton the first few, just enough to expose your lacy bra. Slipping underneath one cup to carefully knead your honey soft skin before latching his mouth onto your nipple, sucking gently but firmly. You whine as he hoists you up and places you on the surface, his face never detaching from your soft and full chest as he quickly pulls your pants off, leaving you in just your soaked panties.

“Maybe it was a good idea to leave my cum in you,” Jeonghan’s fingers hook onto the waistband. He smirks before pulling them down completely, stopping mid-thigh. “Easier to prepare.”

A trail of your slick follows as his digits spread your pussy, using his middle finger to slowly drag up your wet slit. His other hand is gripping your thigh when he reaches down in between, scooping the leftover cum from the previous session and forcing it back into your pussy. You watch with wide eyes only to have them roll back completely when he finishes by stuffing them all the way into you, resulting in a loud moan.

“P-please”

Jeonghan chuckles, satisfied by your reaction. He had you beckoning at his every move yet you were sure the satisfaction still wasn’t enough for him, not just yet. He pulls his fingers out to strip himself of his own pants, popping his member out. The hand with the fingers that were just inside of you is now rubbing all over his cock, using the little beads of precum along with a bit of your slick to pump himself.

Jeonghan’s cock is pretty, like the boy himself. He’s not too big or too small but he knows his angles and he knows how to use them right. Every time the two of you get intimate, which is quite often, his thrusts are sharp, clean and reach to the most inner parts of you – something that leaves soreness inside of you for days. But that doesn’t seem to matter whenever the two of you are having hot and steamy sex five days out of the seven weekly.

“You better stay fucking quiet.”

One hand is gripping your waist for extra support while the other is slowly guiding his length into you. The growl in his voice sends another wave of arousal between your legs, the wetness starting to spill and gather down your thighs. His eyes diverted down to pay attention to the way his length was disappearing inside of you. Each stroke covering his manhood with even more of your juices.

“F-ffuck, baby.” He curses under his breath. “You’re still so tight.”

His voice was breathy, almost like a whine before he picks up his speed, splitting your folds with a sloppy rhythm, expecting to chase both your highs before his coworkers come barging back in. Although the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position arouses him, Jeonghan couldn’t risk letting anyone seeing you in your most vulnerable state. Not when you have all the right curves, exclusive only for his viewing.

At some point, his hands start pulling you into him to meet his every thrust, your tits bouncing as you start feeling the delicious new angle he’s ruining you from. The tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix with every stretch. The familiar feeling of tension starts to build as your eyes squeeze tighter, your orgasm is approaching faster and faster. You’ve never wanted to scream his name out loud so badly when he slams once, no, twice into you, releasing the coil sending intensifying waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your tight heat clenching and unclenching around him causing Jeonghan to groan, “Shit.”

“Cum in me.” You insisted weakly. He gives in as he presses himself balls deep, cock twitching as he unloads inside of you, cum shooting in spurts coating your walls in white. The groan emerging from the back of his throat muffled as he quickly smashes his lips onto yours to conceal it. Your muscles move on your own, hiding your own whimper as your lips move together in unison. His body slumps over yours while he rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a light kiss as a way to say thank you.

In the intimacy of the moment, your arms are thrown around his broad shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer as the two of you try to catch your breaths. When he lifts his head up, his doll eyes are already staring into your glossy ones. A tender smile spreading across his face, pecking your lips one more time before he slowly pulls out. Straight away, the emptiness is evident as his warmth disappears, your hole gaping while he looks down to appreciate the work done on your ruined pussy.

You feel your panties being pulled back up, now snug on your hips as he lets go of the elastic waistband to hear it snap back on your skin.

“Guess you have two loads to keep in now.” A devilish look covering every inch of his handsome face.

“Jeonghan!” you lunged at him. He cackles maniacally, successfully dodging while you attempt to jump on his back. The blood in your veins starts boiling again, both hands reaching up to cover your face when you realize your mistake for the second time today.

Jeonghan’s dick really did make you dumb.

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[proserpina-magnus]

Hiiiiii could I request a Marauders x reader… platonic. Where they are just coaxing her through a bad day/migraine?

Hii! there isn't that much comforting other then them being clingy and sorta protective, but I still hope you like!!

The Marauders When You Have A Migraine

Word count; 1.8k

[ Warning: fem reader, doodles, eating, migraines/description of headaches, swearing, Sirius refers to you as “their baby” ]

Quick note, there’s a scene where the boys draw on the reader with a marker. I didn’t specify what colour the marker was, so depending on your skin colour you can interrupt the colour as you wish.

You slumped at the Gryffindor dining table, hair matted in a low messy hairstyle. You didn't even try and brush it out, you woke up and left it how it was. You couldn't even bring yourself to dress in new fresh clothing, you wore what you slept in.

Eyeing the breakfast options, you felt a pain tingle through your head. The nerves bunching and squeezing together to make it unbearable to concentrate.

" [ name ]! We have class in 15 minutes and you're not even dressed!" James bellowed from across the table, you pushed your shoes against the floor and slumped. Remus gave a confused look, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between Peter and Sirius.

"Come on, we have time to get some food in 'ya," Sirius declared, pushing toast onto your plate. The curly raven haired male even buttered your toast just the way you liked, even filling your glass with fresh squeezed orange juice.

"How 'ya feel-in?" Peter pronounced through mouthfuls of food, James swatting the blonds head in retaliation. "Wormy, don't speak with your mouth full,"

Sirius cackled from beside you, Peter stomped his foot onto Sirius in response. Sirius made a dramatic scene, falling towards the cold stone floor as he held his foot with forced shaky breaths. "My foot! My foot! I've been assaulted!" He whined, rolling from side to side.

Remus lets out a loud sigh from beside you, your head buzzing from the noise of ongoing chatter. You could hear James laugh loudly, like he always does. Usually his laugh was contagious, but it was incredibly annoying at the moment. Along with snickers and loud whines, you gripped your cup and brought it to your lips. Peter swallowed, reaching for another pancake as he watched you take long sips.

" ya never answered my question," Peter rambled before taking a gracious bite. You shrugged, Sirius sliding back into his seat. The boys all looked towards you, your fork picking at the blueberries Sirius pushed onto your plate moments prior.

"Another headache?" James asked, cleaning his pants from crumbs as he pushed his finished plate aside. You nodded briefly, a plain expression adorned on your features. Another hot buzz dangled in your mind, your forehead throbbing along with it.

"Maybe we should take you to madam Pomfry, you shouldn't be getting them this often," Remus responded. Sirius made a pouting face, before he took you into his arms.

"Our baby is hurt!" Sirius exaggerated loudly, causing staring eyes to look towards the group of friends. You flushed a bit, embarrassed by Sirius nature. You pushed him away, going back to picking at your food.

"I ain't nobody's baby," you said while pushing Sirius further away, James and Peter sniggered as Sirius made puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes, a bit grumpy from the constant throbbing.

"Bloody hell, it fucking hurts. It's not even bad, it's just the constant throbbing is pissing me off," you complained, shoving the piece of toast in your mouth. You watched as students finished eating, occasionally leaving for their first class of the day.

The boys all exchanged looks, Remus placing a hand on your back to give it a gentle rub. You push your plate back, your arms coming on the table as you rest in them.

As more students leave, professor Mcgonagall makes her way over to your rambunctious group. She softens at the scene, seeing the four boys rub your shoulder or arms to try and give their sympathy.

You sigh as you hear her shoes click with the ground, professor Mcgonagall stands a few inches away from you all. She clears her throat, all eyes directing towards her except for you.

"Class is about to start... is there a problem with miss [ last name ]?" The older woman asked, trying to mask her worry. Remus had explained earlier to her that you had been having numerous migraines.

"She's having another headache Minnie, our baby is dying!" Sirius exclaimed, Remus reaching over to swat him away from you with an annoyed look plastered on his face. Even though you couldn't see Sirius, you laughed as you thought about his whining face.

Professor Mcgonagall clasped her tongue, about to tell off Sirius for the nickname he'd given her. But instead, she placed her attention on you.

"I'll take her to the infirmary, surely madam Pomfrey has a potion to help," she explained, the boys all standing together in the same motion. You still kept your head pressed into your forehead.

"Can we go with her?" James whispered, hoping that they could be with you. They all hated when you were in pain, it felt like they had to protect you. You were their bestfriend, they surely couldn't let a thing ever bug you unless it was them.

"I'm sorry Potter, but you have class," Professor McGonagall frowned, the boys were about to protest to stay with you. But Minnie quickly shut them down, her hand raising as all the boys shut their jaws closed.

"It's alright, I'll see you later," you told them, raising with a throb as you walked with them all towards the doors. You parted way painfully, Sirius almost crying as he clung onto your leg. The rest of the boys watched, even James tearing up. He took his round spectacles off, dabbing his eyes with a spare cloth he had in his pocket.

"You can't be serious," you retorted at them, an annoyed look on your face as Minnie checked her watch with frowned eyes.

"Well... technically," Sirius began, but he couldn't finish his sentence as you kicked him off of you. You were upset, tired, and in pain. As much as you loved them, they were too much sometimes.

"Just go, I'll see you later," you tried to cover up your annoyed state, but the boys picked up on it. Sirius straightened up, fixing his shirt as they left with their heads down casted towards the ground.

"Idiots they are," you told Professor McGonagall, she only laughed and led you towards the infirmary.

—-

After a few missed classes, it was finally lunch. All the boys scrambled to the dining hall, shoving foods on plates. They ignored the stares, jogging up to the infirmary where you slept.

With the creak of the door, Sirius and James peaked inside. They saw no one, only a lump on the farthest bed. They all skipped over to you with slow whispers, trying to make sure you won’t wake up. Sirius pushed the blanket of your face, all of them relieved to see you still asleep.

“Prongs, do you have a spare marker on you?” Sirius asked, a growing smirk on his face. James put down the plate on a nearby table, fishing through his pockets to try and find a marker.

“Pads, no,” Remus said sternly, knowing what the raven haired male would do. Peter looked between the three boys, a bit unsure of what Sirius was going to do. The blonde boy put his plate near James, picking up half a sandwich as he sat near your feet.

“Pads yes,” Sirius smiled widely, James passing him the thick inked marker. Remus rolled his eyes, not stopping Sirius from his antics. Sirius crawled on the bed, an evil smile on his features as he unclasped the marker. He wrote “baby” with big thick letters on your forehead, giggling when you twitched and tried to swat his hand away in your sleeping state.

“Give me the marker,” James whispers, not waiting for Sirius to pass him it as he snatched it for himself. The bispecticle male drew 4 happy stick figures and a rat on your cheek, his tongue poked out in concentration.

“Why am I the only one in my amingi form?” Peter asked, frowning as James passed him the marker. He began to draw a small smiley face in your open palm, writing a messy “Peter was here” on your arm.

“Because, there wasn’t enough room and plus, you’re cuter in rat form,” James teased, but his words sounded very sweet so Peter took it as a compliment. Sirius and Remus cackled loudly, making you stir awake. Your eyes fluttered open, looking around between the boys above you.

“Uh… hello?” You greeted, stretching slightly as you looked around the empty room. Sirius pushed Peter and James away from the bed, sprawling his limbs out to hog you from their affection.

“Hi!” They all chanted at once, Remus moving closer as he pushed at Sirius to make room. The tall male sat down, rummaging through his bag for a minute before pulling out a chocolate bar.

“Eat,” Remus said, even opening the wrapper for you. He broke off a piece, swatting Sirius's wandering hand when he tried to take a piece for himself. You sat up on the bed, unaware of the markings on your skin. You chewed the gooey chocolate, resting against the bed frame with a satisfied hum.

“Did you bring me food?” You asked, a smile on your face as you realized all the plates. The boys nodded, bringing the plates over for you all to feast upon.

“What’s so funny?” You asked when Sirius started to laugh, James also chuckling. You irked slightly, touching over your face to try and see if there were crumbs. This made the boys laugh harder, making you feel embarrassed as you choke out a “what? Is there something on my face?”

You notice the little doodle Peter left you, realizing what had happened. You pushed Sirius's head, making him bump into James. You laughed at the scene, both boys rubbing their forehead with a pouty face.

“Does it come off?” You asked Remus, a sigh on your lips as you ran off towards the bathroom.

“Nope,” he called out, a small smile on his face. You looked in the mirror, seeing the obvious doodles drawn by your boys. You knew exactly who the culprit was for the big letters written on your forehead.

“Sirius! What the hell is this?” You called, stomping back to the bed where they all sat. Sirius raises his hands, pointing to James and Peter. “It’s not just me! They did it as well!”

“You bitch,” James gasped, a hand on his heart as he held a dramatic glint in his eyes. Peter dropped his head, muttering his apologies. All the boys start to bicker at Sirius, calling him a tattletale. You smile and lean back against the bed, bringing a biscuit to your mouth as you watch the quarrel unfold, this was definitely the entertainment you needed on this shitty day.

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[fruitcoops]

this gave me a lot of thoughts...

So, Sirius started off quiet and antisocial (I'm calling this Phase 1), then got closer to the team but still found it hard to be a good captain because he didn't want them to dislike him (Phase 2, seen here) and then he got comfortable and settled in the team in his role as Captain and everything is great (Phase 3, pre-Coops).

THEN Coops happens (Phase 4), so could you write something about Sirius' Captaincy being affected again because it's kinda difficult to take your grownass leader seriously when he's making the softest heart eyes at the PT in the corner, and trailing off his sentence when said PT bends over to pick up a roll of tape...

#dont tell me the team wouldn't absolutely tear into him #obviously they still respect the shit outta him #but they'd totally tease him about it too

First of all, thank you for this incredible analysis, because it absolutely made my night! Second of all, 100% yes. This is a bit short since I had to write it on my phone, but it was fun to write some silly fluff! Thanks again for the prompt! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for teasing innuendo

“He’s doing it again,” James singsonged under his breath; Talker stifled a laugh in the spout of his water bottle. “It’s a great ass and all, but c’mon.”

“I can hear you,” Sirius said mildly without sparing them a glance. Across the bench, Remus located his lost roll of tape and straightened up with a satisfied smile—it took everything in James’ body not to burst into hysterics at the genuine disappointment on Sirius’ face.

“You know you’re allowed to touch his butt whenever you want, now, right?” Talker informed him with great gravity.

Remus frowned as he wandered over, tossing and catching his stick tape like a baseball. “Whose butt are we touching?”

“Yours.”

“Ah. I would say ‘yes’, but I have no idea where Pots’ hands have been.” He kissed the top of Sirius’ head before settling on his lap with a slow exhale.

Talker stuck his lower lip out in a dramatic pout. “Can I still touch your butt?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” The devious mischief in his eyes was a sharp contrast to his general nonchalance.

Sirius’ threatening look toward them faded as he propped his chin on Remus’ shoulder. “What about me?”

“Hmm. Nah.”

“What?” he spluttered as James bit back a laugh at the last possible second. Talker nearly snorted his water out his nose.

“Sorry, baby, he’s adorable,” Remus said with false sympathy.

“So am I!” When Remus didn’t respond, the furrow between his brows deepened. “I still win, because I’m the only one that gets to kiss you.”

“Are you sure?” Talker teased, wiggling his eyebrows; Remus winked. With a scowl, Sirius’ hold on his waist tightened.

“Alright, Cap, we get it,” James groaned as he weighed whether or not he would get a toothache from the sweetness. “You’re in love, it’s cute, you’re both very ooey-gooey.”

“That’s rich coming from—”

“Yeah, Cap,” Remus interrupted with barely-hidden amusement twitching the edge of his mouth. Sirius’ pupils dilated. “You have an example to set.”

James felt his gleeful smile spreading before he even realized he was doing it. “Is that right, Cap?”

“Shut up,” Sirius gritted out, his faintly pink cheeks turning vivid red as he put his hand over Remus’ mouth. Too late, James thought. His mind was already racing with elation.

“I like where this is going,” Talker said giddily.

“Get back on the ice.”

“Sure thing, captain.”

Remus’ troublemaker grin had not diminished by a single degree as Sirius buried his face between his shoulder blades with a groan. “Aw, baby, are they being mean to you?”

“You’re all running laps.”

“Yes, captain,” Talker said, tacking a breathy moan on to the end—James gave up on containing his giggles in one fell swoop.

Remus shot them a quick look before turning to address the big, scary captain who was still hiding in the back of his sweater. “If I let you touch my butt, do I still have to run laps?”

A few beats of silence passed. “…an exception can be made.”

“What about mine?” James offered once he caught his breath. “It’s got a good firmness to it, in my personal—“

“James Fleamont Potter.” Sirius raised his head just enough to glare. “If my hand comes anywhere near your ass, assume I’m either drunk as shit, or that I thought you were literally anyone else.”

James blew him a kiss. “Oh, talk dirty to me, captain.”

The sound of Remus and Talker’s laughter ringing throughout the empty rink more than made up for the burning in his legs, lungs, and joints later that evening. He would run a million laps if it meant bringing that particular shade of fire engine crimson to Sirius’ face long enough to snap a picture.

#james potter #thomas walker #remus lupin #sirius black #coops #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #talker #pots #captain

[mrfeenysmustache]

Oh my goodness, I love all of your ficlets! So sweet and cute. I wish you would write an InuKag feudal era spa day/grooming fic.

YAY!! An INUKAG!!!!!! I was hoping someone would send an InuKag in 🥺

I hope you enjoy, Anon:

Safety Net

Kagome hurried home from Kaede’s, her last task of the day completed, ready to kick off her shoes and soak her swollen feet. She wondered idly if Inuyasha would be home yet from his demon hunting job he’d left for the day before, and she smiled down at her rounded tummy as the baby inside kicked and squirmed.

She rested her hand where it moved the most, moved the matting away from her door, stepped inside, and stopped cold.

Inuyasha was home, she noted, but he was sitting against the far wall, legs crossed and arms wrapped around Tessaiga, head bowed forward until his hair shrouded his eyes.

“Inuyasha? Is everything alright? Did something… did something happen?”

He tilted his head up, and she stifled a gasp at how stricken his eyes were.

Something did happen, but since he was here and not dragging her to Sango’s, Miroku must be fine.

His ears were pinned back and his brow was drawn down in a thunderous scowl, and she could just guess what had happened.

She glanced around and noticed he’d built a fire, and the extra large pot they boiled bath water in was clean and dry in its proper corner.

“I’m glad you’re home!” She called as hung her herb basket on its hook, going back outside to drag in their bathing tub, the very, very large one she’d had him make for her.

It was heavy, but she could manage, and she worked quickly to avoid him rushing out to do it for her.

She worked quietly and efficiently, getting bath water boiling, food cooking, and a simple, comfortable yukata put on in place of her Miko robes.

In short order she was ready; it was time to spring her trap.

“Get in.”

“What?” Inuyasha asked, and she simply pointed to the steaming bath.

“In.”

“Why the hell would I-“

“Get in Inuyasha.”

His jaw clicked shut and glared, ready to argue, but then he sighed and deflated, stripping off his fire rat with a subtle blush and climbing into the tub.

As she hoped he would, he relaxed, reclining until his head rested on the edge, and when his eyes closed, her fingers found his scalp.

She scratched and massaged, rubbing around the base of his ears, pulling her fingers through his hair, reducing him into a gooey pile of boneless hanyo as she worked out the knots of tension from both his body and his mind.

He slitted one eye open at her, and she smiled softly at him, giggling when he splashed the top of the water as if he was patting the side of the bed he wanted her to crawl into.

“This is supposed to be a relaxing spa specifically for you.”

“It’s better if you’re in here, too.”

“No no, let me-“

His eyes went big and round and liquid, lips turned down in a dramatic frown- puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t you dare even-“

He whined.

He whined.

Like a kicked puppy stuck out in the rain he whined at her, and the next thing she knew she was leaning back against his chest, muscles loosening in the hot bath water.

She heard him chuckle in smug victory, but then he sighed out some more of his tension, so she decided to let him have his win.

His hands settled on her stomach, and the baby she was growing for them kicked against his touch.

“I hope he looks human.”

“What?”

She glanced back at him, and the stony look of contemplation on his face didn’t cover the anguish in his eyes quite so well as he hoped.

“I said I hope he looks human. Your hair, your eyes, your ears… would make his life a hell of a lot easier.”

She looked down at his hands, the ones tipped in deadly claws that he’d used to help build their home and most of the things inside it, the ones that had slayed any demon that threatened their peace, the ones that held her so tenderly.

That ones that he would hold their children with.

“I hope he has your ears.”

He tensed for a moment before relaxing again, rubbing a circle around her stomach before wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her close, resting his head on top of hers.

“I know how you feel about all the shit that makes me different, but no one else-“

“Me and our entire village.”

“What?”

“No one in our village cares Inuyasha. You know that. I don’t know what happened in the village you and Miroku went to, and you don’t have to tell me, but it won’t be happening here. Our children are safe here.”

He was quiet for a while, breathing in her scent and taking comfort from her solid weight against him and the shifting of his child safe and sound inside of her.

He decided she was right.

“Thank you.” He said quietly, and she leaned up enough to kiss his jaw.

“Seems my spa night worked then! I’m glad you feel better.”

“I guess it did…. Whatever the fuck a ‘spa’ is.”

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[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: three years later and yoongi is still very much in love with y/n

according to my period tracking app i’m due in four days so that explains why i felt the sudden urge to sit down and write this 

also i had to go back and read the wedding drabble to double-check a minor detail and.,,.., barfs i am so sorry for all of the ceo!drabbles the writing is so tragic 

i hope u enjoy this small product of my sappiness <3 

➺ pairing; ceo!yoongi x y/n  

➺ genre; idk just very sappy and gooey and if ur a ceo!couple stan ur going to love this 

➺ wordcount; 1.4k

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the first thing yoongi finds especially odd when he steps into the penthouse is the fact that it’s a little too quiet for his liking

he purses his lips as he shuts the door behind him, blindly turning the lock with a quiet click as he looks around

sure, it’s almost midnight, but you’re usually tinkering around in the kitchen for a snack or watching netflix on the couch whenever he comes home late... so where are you now? 

he’s about to call out for you when he suddenly remembers that hwayoung’s definitely fast asleep by this hour and that you’d murder him in cold blood if he accidentally woke her up and ruined her sleeping schedule (she gets very grouchy when she’s not following a set schedule - and yoongi knows her sour morning attitude was probably inherited from him but he sleeps more peacefully at night thinking that it’s because of one of your genes) 

yoongi places his keys on the top of the shoe cabinet quietly before reaching down to yank his laces loose

“woah.” he holds his hands out to keep himself steady after he stands up too quickly and his head starts to spin and he starts to see double 

oof 

maybe he should’ve slowed down with the wine at dinner

it’s not his fault he’s so weak for a good red!

“shower time, showah time…” yoongi murmurs to himself as he makes his way up the spiral staircase, gripping onto the railings tightly so that he doesn’t slip on his way up, “would you like to join me? wanna come with? lemme soap you up, girl-” he slurs, smiling cheekily to himself at the possibility of being able to run his hands all over your body in a few short minutes

he gives himself a high five when he makes it to the top of the staircase successfully, wobbling for a split second before nodding to himself and giving himself a mental pat on the back  

B-)

nice

the warm light coming from the crack in the door leaks into the hallway and yoongi shuffles towards it like a moth towards a flame, reaching up to fumble at his tie with boneless fingers-

oh

yoongi immediately freezes once he reaches the door, his heart skipping a beat in his chest when he catches a glimpse of you wearing your wedding dress through the crack

he watches curiously as you smooth your hand over the neckline before turning from side to side to look at yourself in the mirror

he wasn’t expecting to see this when he came up here but he’s definitely not complaining 

yoongi presses his hand against the door frame to keep himself from accidentally stumbling in and scaring you and ruining what seems to be a private moment 

it’s just that seeing you in your dress again is triggering a sudden flood of memories of your guys’ wedding day into his mind and it’s making his heart feel all funny (it’s actually just heartburn from the wagyu steak he wolfed down earlier) 

the corners of yoongi’s mouth immediately raise in a fond smile at the recollection of you staring up at him with so much love in your eyes as he slid the silver ring onto your finger 

it was a beautiful ceremony

the food was great

the champagne was fabulous

the after-party was super fun 

the after-after party where it was just you and him alone was definitely fun as well 

he can still recall the scent of you all over him when he woke up the next morning 

and obviously the honeymoon was great - who doesn’t like paris?! 

not to mention, you still look just as beautiful as you did on the day the two of you said i do

maybe it’s just because the alcohol is making him feel all goopy inside but he wants to be a part of whatever moment you’re having!!! 

“i’m pretty sure it’s bad luck for me to see you in your wedding dress before the wedding, darling.” yoongi pushes the door open with a creak and takes his bottom lip in between his teeth to keep himself from smiling too widely, “want me to close my eyes?”

“yoongi!” you gasp, pulling your veil up and over your head as you spin around quickly, “god, i don’t understand how your footsteps are so quiet- i really think i should put a bell on you or something-”

“what are you doing?” yoongi interrupts, tilting his head curiously as he offers you a soft smile, “hopefully not wearing your dress so you can run off and marry someone else.”

“no, obviously not-” you snort, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, “i was doing some cleaning earlier and i found the box and… i don’t know, i wanted to see if i could still fit into it and… well-” you sigh, turning back around to look at yourself in the mirror before flopping your arms down in defeat, “it doesn’t zip all the way up anymore.”

“to be fair, you’ve given birth to a child since our wedding.” yoongi raises a brow, glancing down at the zipper that’s stuck halfway up your back, “even if you didn’t fit into it at all it would still be totally fine-”

“yeah, but i had to suck in a lot just to get the stupid zipper up halfway-!” you whine quietly, pouting at yourself in the mirror before gesturing to your chest, “one sneeze and my boobs are going to pop out-”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to that-”

“you know, maybe i should’ve had spanx embedded into the dress instead of it being 100% silk because silk is not a very forgiving material-”

“oh, baby…” yoongi chuckles, slinking his arms around you from behind before leaning down to prop his chin up on your shoulder, “don’t be so hard on yourself! your body literally made a human being- forgive it if it can’t fit into a dress from, like, three years ago…”

“i guess…” you trail off, leaning back a little to rest your head against yoongi’s as you continue looking at yourself in the mirror with a pitiful little frown on your face, “it’s just hard to feel beautiful when i can’t fit into most of my old clothes…”

“hey, you cut that out right now.” the smile immediately drops from yoongi’s face and he frowns at you in the mirror disapprovingly, “so what if you can’t fit into the dress anymore? you’re beautiful and like, really hot and- and even after all this time i’m still super head-over-heels in love with you and you could be wearing a potato sack and i would still think you were the most beautiful woman to ever walk the planet and- and i love y-” 

“alright, you drunk, i get it.” you giggle lightly, reaching up to pat the side of yoongi’s warm face, “i love you more.”

“good.” yoongi smiles contently when it seems like you’ve cheered up a little from his (very good and extremely persuasive, in his opinion) pep talk, “love you most.” he murmurs, turning to press a kiss to your palm

“mhm. you reek of wine, by the way-” you wrinkle your nose playfully, letting yoongi sway you back and forth gently before reaching down to pat at his hand, “i think we should get you into the shower and then into bed.”

“i think we should get we into the shower and then into bed.” yoongi corrects you, pausing for a second to think over his words, “yeah. that makes sense.”

…,..,we should get we into the shower and then into bed…..,,.

that totally makes sense

you know what he means 

“i’m only joining you so that you don’t pass out halfway through and end up falling asleep against the wall like you did last time.” you remind him, though it’s obvious he’s hardly paying attention to what you’re saying because he’s too busy nipping at the side of your neck  

“mm. hey, you know what the best part is about the zipper not going all the way up?” yoongi grins, one of his arms sliding back from your waist so he can reach for the zipper, “it makes it much easier for me to get you out of this dress.”

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[obsessive-ego]

Just go with it part 2

Musical beetlejuice x reader

You have to meet juno and pretend you and bj are getting married

Nsft sorta, mentions of activity

Part 1

"Babes"

....

"Sugar"

...

"Y/n"

...?

"Y/n wake up, come on babes"

...!

"Beej?" You mumble rubbing your eyes "what's wrong?" You say in a whisper.

He doesnt respond, you turn on the lamp by your bed and check your phone clock

5:42am

You sigh, looking back at the demon, now being able to see him clearly, you freeze upon seeing that the demon was now completely purple, his hair, his beard, his tie, all deep purple.

"What's wrong?" You ask again, more fear in you voice then intended

"Okay y/n" he starts, using your name rather then a pet name was never a good sign "so you remember a few nights ago when that suit came by to see if I was lying about our relationship?"

"He's back?!" You sit up, more awake "wait... wasnt the repercussion to that not that bad? Just some extra work for you?"

Beetlejuice rubs his neck "yeah, thing about that, it's not him... my mother is here, to talk to you personally..." he trails off refusing to look at you

"Your mother...." you repeat feeling your stomach drop

"Yeah..."

"What's gonna happen if she finds us out?" You ask in a whisper

"...who knows with her" the demon spits before looking away.

The two of you remain in silence over the shit beetlejuice has gotten you into it.

Beetlejuice huffs out his nose as his focus goes back to you.

"So y/n, I mean honey~" the demon pulls you up from your bed and into a side hug "ready to meet mommy dearest?" Beetlejuice tried to smile, make light of the situation, but his hair betrayed him, remaining a deep purple, even though he tried his best to plaster a grin across his face for your sake.

You didnt know much about Beetlejuice's mother, other then she didnt exactly win mother of the year, beej only opened up about her a handful of times, long story short, you knew this was gonna be a rough experience for both of you, but mostly Beej.

Beetlejuice drops his jacket around your shoulders, pulling the same ring he gave you to fool the suit, the same tacky, pretty ring, the band was black and white, and resembled a snake, the gem was a brilliant green, your heart swelled at the sight of the ring.

The ghoul drops on one knee, and gently slides the ring onto your middle finger, pausing to kiss your hand before giving you wink, under different circumstances you would die from such a cheesy romantic gesture, but now was not that time, you did appreciate beetlejuice trying to lighten the mood.

"Alright honey, you remember the drill?"

"Yes"

"That's my future wife, let's not keep the bitch waiting" he smiles linking arms with you

Future wife...

You couldnt help but give the ghoul a soft smile at the thought.

Beetlejuice takes a deep breath, smoothing his hair back, wiping the purple away in favour of his default green.

The demon grabs your hand begins to lead you to your living room, you could barely focus over the sound of your heart pounding, who could blame you, you were about to come face to face with someone Beetlejuice was afraid of.

As the two of you head down the hall , she was finally in sight, you felt your stomach drop, in your recliner sat an old woman, dressed completely in red, she had a permanent scowl across her face, her whole presence give off a bad feeling.

"Lawrence, you took your sweet time fetching your fiance" she barked causing beetlejuice to flinch

"Ya know breathers, they like their sleep-" he forces a laugh, purple slowly creeping back into his hair

"Nonsense, it's nearly 6am, that's more then a reasonable time for breathers to wake and start their pointless routines" she waves off, beetlejuice frowns and leads you to the couch, where the both of you sit.

"Its been awhile huh Ma? Like I was saying earlier, it's nice to see you again and-" beetlejuice was babbling

"Zip it" was all she said and beetlejuice clamped his mouth shut and gazed down staring at his feet. "Lawrence, I didnt come here for pointless pleasantries" her eyes meet yours "y/n l/n I dont know what Lawrence has done to you or promised you, but I can assure you he doesnt care about you, and just wants freedom, further more Lawrence, do you honestly think this breather could love you? This game of yours needs to come to an end, there is alot of paper work tied up in this farce of yours"

You were taken back by her words, she really didn't beat around the bush.

"I dont-" you start, voice trembling

"Ma, y/n loves me and I love them, see~" beetlejuice grabs your hand to show his mother the ring, she eyes the ring for a moment, then goes bad to staring daggers into her son, her scowl never faltering.

"Tacky" she huffs, a simple response like that was enough to shut her son down, beetlejuice pulled away from you, pressing his back firm against the couch, lips pressed shut and hands clamped together in his lap.

"As I was saying, Lawrence is a natural born troublemaker, and youd be smart to back out of this farce before he gains life, knocks you up with a life ruining disappointment, and vanishes from your life" she droned as she lights a cigarette, taking a deep inhale, smoke shooting out from her neck.

You swallow hard.

"I would prefer if you didnt smoke in my house, ma'am"

Juno stares at you for a moment, then shakes her head as she puts out her cigarette on your coffee table.

"Ma'am I really do trust beetlejuice, and I love him, this isnt a farce-" you began, but your words were ignored

"If you want to throw yourself into a mess, I wont stop you, I'm not here to save you, but I have to applaud his efforts on tricking someone LEGAL this time for his little game. Even though this mess of yours is going to keep him out of my way for awhile, it doesn't cover the fact that Lawrence's efforts have caused my office nothing but work. And even if this "love" was real the boy ruins everything thing he touches, cant do anything right, having him around only causes headaches, you'll see soon enough y/n," Juno's hurtful words drone on, as if her son wasnt sitting across the table from her.

"Back to the matter, even if you do choose to marry this fool, I wanted to warn you about the mess your getting yourself into, giving him life would only cause you grief, and I dont want to hear it when you get to the netherworld after a suicide his actions caused"

You grit your teeth at that last remark, you knew juno thought poorly of beetlejuice, but did she honestly thing her son was so awful that youd kill yourself over his actions, you felt like you were going to be sick.

"Lawrence, why is your hair purple?"

You glance over to beetlejuice, who infact was completely purple, the deepest purple you've ever seen him wear.

Beetlejuice bites down on his lip, his hands clenched in fists as they sat on his thighs, he was frozen.

"Bee?" You gently whisper as you slowly place a hand on his, the ghoul flinches at your touch, beetlejuice slowly takes your hand in his and gives it a light squeeze.

"Come on Ma, y/n my be dramatic, and get mad at me from time to time, but they'd never kill themselves over anything dumb I'd do, and hell we already talked it over, we dont want kids" the ghoul leans into you for support.

Juno scowls "to remind you both, I'm not here to stop you two, the only thing I'm here for is to warn this foolish breather, and double check to make sure YOU arent mucking about and blackmailing the living again, there is a lot of paper work involved in this little game of yours, and you still havent delt with the paper work of your failed marriage and death by the hands of that poor child you tricked" her eyes narrow down to beetlejuice, juno pauses, then sighs

"Lawrence just come clean, this little game of yours has gone on long enough, even if you didnt blackmail this poor soul into marrying you, do you honestly think they love you? You dont actually think this breather wants you around do you?"

"That's not true, I do-"

You werent able to finish that sentence, with a snap of juno's fingers your mouth is now cover with a strip of duct tape.

"You've honestly fooled yourself into thinking you could be loved didnt you? Pitiful, maybe this breather found you amusing now, but you dont think it's going to last do you?" Her questioning goes on, she was convinced her son was unlovable, you tug away at the duct tape but it refuses to budge, beetlejuice was too focused on his mother's words, to the point where he was starting to believe her, the purple slowly faded from him in favour of white, a color you've never seen on him.

"Lawrence you're little game is over, and you're going to clean up the mess you made, I have a decade's worth of paper work for you to fill out over this farce and every other little issue you caused, I knew from the start this was fake, no living person in their right mind would let you into their life willingly"

A decade's worth of paper work?! Was that so important that she was willing to manipulate her own son into thinking he was worthless?

"Lawrence you are such a screw up, the amount of work your little games keep giving me is coming to an end, you will never be alive, you will never be loved, let alone tolerated, and you are coming back to my office to straighten up ever little issue you have caused, if you think being invisible for a millennia is bad-" she raises her voice with each hateful word.

This duct tape wasnt going to budge, so you went with plan B, you roughly bump into the demon's side to get his attention, beetlejuice looking your way, your eyes grow wide at his expression, he was crying, black gooey tears. The two of you stare at each other what felt like an eternity, Juno's voice no longer reached him, beetlejuice snaps his fingers and the duct tape vanishes from your mouth.

You jump up from you position on the couch "I'm sorry ma'am  but bee- Lawrence isnt worthless, and yes, he can be an ass, and insensitive at times, but I love him and I really do want to marry him! And whatever stupid paper work that is tied up in this, can just fuck off..." your voice tweaks as the ghoulish women sitting across from you stands up, eyes dead set on you.

You werent great with confrontation, and beej knew this, but here you were talking back to his mother, you  his tiny sweet breather talking back to a literal monster. The white from Beetlejuice's hair quickly left in replacement to pink 'I really do want to marry him!' Those words from your lips could have made his heart start beating , tho that was shortly lived when he saw this mother stand, purple took hold of his form once again.

He couldnt let you fight his mistakes alone, though he found it hot that you could be his knight in shining armor.

No, beetlejuice is quick to jump up and link his arm with yours "see ma, this little breather stole my heart, and hell, we've been planning our little wedding for months" beetlejuice snaps his fingers and in a flash his and yours clothes change. Beetlejuice wore a red tux made with crushed velvet, with a lacy front, his whole outfit screamed tacky, but that was him. Looking down at your self, you stifle a laugh, here you were, 6:30am, dressed in a red puffy lacing monster of a dress, in all honesty this wouldnt be your first choice, but now was not that time. Beetlejuice pulls you close, you could swear he could hear how hard your heart was pounding, could you blame yourself? He looked so handsome all dressed up, even if this was fake.

"My, my Lawrence, doesnt that dress look familiar, isnt that the dress you forced that poor child to wear the last time you played this game?" his mother sneers

"Its called a call back, and y/n loves it" he sneers back you nodded in agreement, beetlejuice continues "we're still working on a venue, trying to find a band, believe me, planning a wedding is exhausting, and oh! dont be surprised if your invite gets lost in the mail ma" the demon gives a shit eating grin, you smile seeing beetlejuice has gained SOME confidence back.

"I have no interest in attending your little wedding Lawrence" she spat "it's clear you're not going to budge, and still refusing to take responsibility for your actions, you always were a slacker, and if that's the case, once you die again you will be returning to my office to deal with the mess you made" her focus turns to you "or I could end this little charade by killing your ticket to life"

Your heart stops at her words, she was a demon, Beetlejuice's grip tightens on you, the silence must have been hurting him as much as it did you.

"But I wont, itd be too much a hassle ending a life before it's time"

You sigh in relief, and beetlejuice loosens his grip.

"This will end poorly for the two of you, and I dont want to hear it" juno walks past the two of you, and with a gesture of her hand the livingroom wall opens up to reveal an office full of the dead.

"Lawrence before you join the living I need to deal with one last errand, so I will see you later, and you" Juno's boney finger points to you "you have no idea what you've signed up for" and with that she was gone, the wall closes up as if nothing happened, the two of you collapse on the floor

"Shes gone" you sigh, you've never been more scared in you entire life then you were talking to Juno

"So you like your future mother in law?" Beej jabs you side

"Oh yeah, a delight" you snort, "how long do you think we have before she notices we havent gotten married?" You tone shifts to a more serious note

"No clue, guess you'll actually need to marry me now" he pulls you into a side hug

"What?" You stammer, beetlejuice laughs at your response

"HA! Just pulling your chain there doll, theres no way in hell she's coming back to check, if I know that Bitch shes going to file away those papers for me, there's no way she'll let them just sit there for who knows how long, and this time next week she'll be harping about something else" beetlejuice stands up and pulls you up with him as he sees you struggling to move in that dress, as you raise to your feet you mumble a thanks.

"You know beej, you really do clean up good, I mean, you look very handsome all dressed up" you smile, now that that two of you were safe, you felt it was the right time to say it.

The purple in the ghoul's hair quickly vanishes at your kind words and is replaced with pink.

"Well you know doll, the tux suits me, but it looks even better on the floor, you'll see on our honeymoon~"

"Is that so?"

"Dont believe me? I'll show ya right now baby~" the ghoul pulls you close pressing his chest against yours, as fun as this little exchange was it came to a halt when you yawned.

"What a way to start a weekend, early and terrified, I think I'm gonna get a few more hours of sleep" you grumbled rubbing your eye "you mind helping me out of this dress?" Beetlejuice goes wide eyed at your question, in a flash his hands were groping for the zipper on your back.

"Naughty minx" he purrs before you swat his hands away

"I ment with magic" you breath out, you may be tired, but your genitals were now wide awake.

Beetlejuice grumbles as he snaps his fingers bringing you back into your pajamas and him in his suit.

"Thank you, I guess this wouldnt be good night, see you in a bit" you shrug as you head to your bedroom to get a few more hours of sleep, you glance back at beetlejuice, who was purple once again, you frown

"Beej do you want to sleep with me? I mean you dont need to sleep, I just thought maybe, you wouldnt want to be alone right now?" After seeing his mother maybe he could use some comfort.

There was a long silence as the demon only stares back at you, you panic

"I'm sorry, that was stupid, I'll just, uh, see you in-" you babble as you spin in your heels eager to get away from this embarrassing situation. Before you could hide away in your bedroom you feel the dicey grip if the demon's hand on your shoulder, and in a deep gravely voice he purrs

"Isn't it normal for a husband and wife to sleep together?~" 

you honestly felt a shiver run up your spine.

The ghoul, now only in a pair of boxers has now cuddled up to you  his legs intertwined with yours, his arms wrapped around your waist, hand rubbing up and down your back, and head nuzzled into your chest, the demon now pink, purred feeling your hands scratching his scalp, his mother was wrong, you did love him, truly and unconditionally, maybe not now, but soon, he will marry you.

Bonus

It's been days since you met his mother, and it seems like beetlejuice has been back to stop caring about it, but sometimes you see him just staring off into space.

The ghoul had only one thing on his mind, replaying the memory over and over, of you shouting "I REALLY DO WANT TO MARRY HIM!"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

[yikesharringrove]

Billy closed the front door behind him, the pine wreath jiggling as the door swung shut.

He took of his boots, leaving them next to Steve’s wet snow boots, smiling down and rolling his eyes fondly at the fancy fur-lined things.

He could hear Steve in the kitchen, no doubt on the phone. .

“Yeah, no, it’s okay. No, I don’t mind. Yeah. Mom, seriously, it’s alright. Just, uh, enjoy the trip. I’ll-yes. Yeah. I’m good! Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah. Yep. Alright, love you too. Yep. Bye now. Of course. Yeah. Okay. Talk soon.”

He was leaned against the wall next to the mounted phone, his back to the entry way.

He was twisting the chord around his wrist.

Billy liked to imagine Steve doing that whenever they spoke on the phone. Liked to imagine him twirling the chord around and blushing and getting all gooey.

Mostly because Steve was always so damn rigid when he spoke with his parents. So anxious and stiff.

He shook his hand free, placing the phone back on the hook and sighing deeply.

And then he sniffed.

Billy wrapped his arms around him from behind, and Steve didn’t waste a moment before leaning back against him.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“What was your mom talking about?”

“It’s nothing.” Steve took a deep breath, turning in his arms to wrap his own arms around Billy’s shoulders, giving him his best attempt at a smile. “Hey.”

“Hey back.”

Steve leaned forward, ready to press his lips to Billy’s, only to have Billy lean back, avoiding him completely. He pouted at Billy.

“Tell me what’s up. Then you get a kiss.”

Steve’s pout just went deeper. Billy liked to pretend he was immune to those goddamn doe eyes. He absolutely was not.

“It’s nothing. Really.”

“Nah, your parents are being shitty again, and I wanna know about it so I can make you feel better.”

And Steve melted, just a little bit at that.

“Don’t make fun of me.”

Billy gasped dramatically.

“I would never.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“It’s just, my mom and I have this tradition. Around Christmastime. We, you know. We go to the city, and do dinner, just the two of us. And we. God, it sounds so lame.” Billy pinched his side. Steve pulled his hair in retaliation. “And, wegototheballet.” Steve let his head flop onto Billy’s shoulder.

“Stevie, you got mush mouth there at the end.”

“We go to the freakin’ ballet, okay? We go to the ballet!” And Steve was pulling away, his face beet red, his arms wrapped around himself. “We do it every year, and have since I could sit through the fucking thing, and she’s not coming this year. And she said why don’t you take your girlfriend, Nancy? And I don’t know how many times I’ve told her that Nancy and I broke up, but she still just-” he cut himself off shaking his head. “It’s like, I know it’s fucking lame, but it’s my favorite part of Christmas. I look forward to it all damn year and we’re not going.”

And the thing on the tip of Billy’s tongue was Jesus, the fucking ballet, Harrington? Could you be anymore of a princess?

But this is, like, effecting Steve. This is actually taking a fucking toll on him.

And, well, Billy said he’d try to make him feel better.

“So, when is it?”

“When’s what?”

“The fucking ballet.”

And Steve stared at him.

“Never, apparently. Because she’s having too much fun in Saint-Tropez, and anyway aren’t you getting a little old for it, Steven?” He put on a breathy voice when he imitated his mother, sticking his nose in the air.

“I mean when is it running, numb nuts.”

“All this month. It’s like, Christmas themed. They do it every year.”

“Then you’re in charge of getting tickets.”

And Steve was giving him a look, his eyes narrowed.

“Are you, suggesting, that you, Billy ‘I’m rough and tough and dangerous’ Hargrove, are going to take me to the ballet?”

“I’m not suggesting it, shithead. I’m telling you to get fucking tickets, and let me know the date so I can get a nice fucking shirt.”

“You’re serious? You’re going to drive with me to the city, and sit there for nearly three hours, and watch the ballet with me.”

“Jesus fuck-three hours? God, the shit I do for you.” He scrubbed a hand down his face as Steve, Steve’s face split into a wide smile, the one that makes his nose scrunch up, and he began hopping from foot to foot, bobbing his head.

“Okay. Okay! I’m gonna, I think I can buy them over the phone. I’ll, I’m gonna do it before you have a chance to back out.” He took a step closer to Billy, grabbing his face in one hand, making his cheeks pout, planting a kiss to his lips before zooming off to dig the phone book out of the hall closet.

He was humming away to himself, probably the music from the fucking ballet Billy had resigned himself to seeing, while he pawed through the heavy book, searching for the number of the theater in Indianapolis.

Billy rolled his eyes at Steve’s little outbursts of excitement, tossing himself into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

“You fucking owe me. Just, like, by the way. I’m talking blowjobs every day. I’m talking cigarettes. I’m talking homemade dinners.”

“Oh, you mean the shit that I already do because I l-love you, or whatever.” Steve’s face went bright red, and he turned away from Billy, standing in a stunned silence, jamming the phone up to his ear. “Yeah, hi, I’d like to purchase some tickets please.” His voice sounded strained, and he reached up to tug on a lock of hair near the crown of his head.

Billy was stuck fucking dumb.

He’s never, fucking never had someone tell him that they love him. He thinks maybe his mom did back in the day, but it’s been a long fucking time since he’s felt the slow spread of warmth down his spine that comes with hearing it.

Steve loves him.

Steve was rambling away on the phone, tugging on the phone cord, and tapping his foot maniacally.

Billy doesn’t think he could move.

And eventually he hear the person on the other end of the line hang up. He registered Steve placing the phone quietly on the hook once again. 

He stayed with his back towards Billy.

“Steve.”

He took a deep breath, turning around to face Billy with a big fake smile.

“I got tickets! We’re going on Saturday. So, uh, yeah. If you need to borrow some clothes, it’s, it’s pretty fancy. So, like, uh, yes.” Steve was babbling, his eyes darting between Billy’s left ear and the wall behind him.

“Steve.”

“I got mezzanine seats. That’s where I like to sit, uh, you can see the stage better that way, and they’re usually cheaper. I mean, not that that’s, like, the thing, but, it’s a bonus.”

“Steve.”

Steve rolled his lips into his mouth, his leg shaking.

“Can we, like, not talk about it?”

“I feel like we should, though.”

“I don’t, wanna.”

Billy fought the urge to roll his eyes. He should be, like, sweet for this conversation. Or something. Adjacent to it.

“At least, did you mean it? What you said?”

Steve bit his bottom lip.

“Yeah.”

“Good. I mean. I liked, liked hearing it. And, uh, me too. You know. Uno reverse.” Billy gestured like he was putting a card down between them. Steve gave him a blank stare.

“Did you just, Uno reverse my confession of love? Is that seriously what just happened?”

“Well, like-” the thing is, it’s a big fucking word. And he doesn’t think he can actually, like, say it to Steve. But, he feels it. He definitely feels it. Like, fuck, he’s going to the goddamn ballet for this fucker. Obviously, there’s some big fucking feelings there. “What you feel. Is also. What I feel.”

“Oh. Good, then. Yeah. Good.” Steve looked around the room. “Should we, like, shake on it?”

“Shake on it? Steve, fucking Hell. Just come here.” He reached out, looping his fingers through Steve’s belt loops, tugging him into his arms. And Steve stumbled forward, crashing with very little grace into Billy.

He sighed as Billy kissed him, a sloppy, desperate kiss. A kiss that Billy tried to shove every word he couldn’t say into Steve’s brain the same way he shoved his tongue into Steve’s mouth. 

And when they broke apart, Steve began humming, grinning wildly.

And Billy figured the song was from the fucking ballet he had agreed to see with Steve. Which he can’t stress enough, the fact that he is going to see a goddamn, motherfucking ballet just to make his favorite person happy, that’s as close as Billy can possibly come to a declaration of devotion at this point in his life.

But Steve pulled out a brightly decorated record from his family’s collection, explaining that the ballet had many different iterations, but all choreographed to the same compilation of music, and apparently, this was enough for him.

To have Billy hold him while he talked for hours about the story of the ballet, the history of it, the music the costumes he likes, everything, maybe it was okay that Billy couldn’t say the words. Maybe it was okay that he was there, that he did the things Steve liked just to see him smile.

Billy’s never been enough for anyone.

But then again, neither has Steve.

(And when they finally see the show, it’s the most beautiful thing Billy’s ever seen in his life. They go once more before the run is closed and establish a new tradition together.)

#yikes writes #I watched the nutcracker bc they aired our local production on tv and its highkey the best production of the nutcracker i've ever seen #and i've seen a lot #but it's my favorite #and I may or may not have cried while watching it and thought of this #I was in that production for four years ayyoooo #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove

[whataboutmyfries]

Feverish delirium please for h/c tropes. Any pairing!

My beloved Anon!!!! I'm so sorry for being so very late with this fic (i say this every single time, I am aware and also deeply ashamed, my sincere apologies) But I do hope you enjoy it! It's not as feverish delirium-y as I'd thought but I hope you like it anyway, enjoy!

Cubs by the marvellous @lumosinlove

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Leo was five seconds away from chugging enough cold medicine to knock himself clean out. Finn and Logan had left for their morning run, Finn dragging a grudging Logan behind him. “Take care, my love. I promise we’ll be back soon,” Finn had whispered, pressing a kiss to Leo’s too-warm temple. Leo slid to the floor, leaning his head against the cool glass of their cabinet doors. The headache currently waging war on his brain migrated to his forehead, throbbing persistently against the coldness of the door. He groaned, groping for the cold syrup on the countertop, putting his mouth straight to the bottle. He sighed in relief as the gooey sweetness ran down his throat, easing the sandpaper-y feeling. Leo lost track of how long he sat on the cool floor, sipping from the bottle, too tired to walk to the couch.

The bottle sloshed precariously in his hand as he tried and failed to stand. Huffing, he tried again, swaying on his feet when he stood.

The jingle of keys drew his attention to the door. He turned his head towards the noise, his movements laboured and slow, like he was moving through honey.

“Hey there Lo—” Finn stopped in his tracks, concern draining his face of colour. “Leo, darling, are you okay? You look— Leo!”

Leo frowned. The world was tipping over, and it was making him a little sick. He opened his mouth to ask Finn to stop the floor getting closer, when his head hit the cold tile and his vision faded to black.

Leo woke with a groan, a billion blankets encumbering his movement when he turned his head to find Logan curled against his side, stroking patterns onto his stomach. He felt Finn running his fingers through his hair and tried to tip his head back to look at his boyfriend but winced when his head throbbed.

“Hush, baby don’t move. It’s alright we’re right here. Well, I’m here Logan might’ve fallen asleep on you.”

Leo barked a laugh, slowly moving to meet Finn’s eye. “What happened?”

Finn let out a breath, leaning down to press a kiss to Leo’s forehead. “Well, Lo and I came back from our run and you were leaning against the counter looking like a scared ghost, so I was trying to get to you, but you fainted and smashed the medicine bottle you were holding.” Leo grimaced. “And that's when you hit your head and sliced your hand open on the pieces of bottle”

“I’m sorry,” Leo rasped, swallowing against the pain in his throat. “Thank you for taking care of me darlin’. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well, you’d probably still be lying on the floor for starters”

Leo laughed, snuggling closer to Finn.

“When you’re ready, Lolo and I made you some soup, it’s Celeste’s recipe; she says it’s your favourite kind”

Leo smiled, pressing kisses to Finn’s knees, making him laugh and lean down for a proper kiss, rubbing gentle circles onto Leo’s scalp. Leo felt warm and fuzzy and so so loved that he could’ve never asked for anything more.

“Also, I can’t believe you two made soup and somehow didn’t burn it? Are you sure? What colour is it?”

Finn laughed, gently tugging Leo’s head into his lap. “Oh shut up you, d’you want it or not?”

#oknutzy #whataboutmywriting #lumosinlove ocs #sick!fic

[sonybees]

under the moonlight ; george weasley

george weasley x ravenclaw!reader

word count: 2,451

summary: applying lipgloss and clipping butterfly clips into your best friends hair. that’s cute. wonder what it would lead to.

warnings: kissing/making out, maybe a few swear words, lack of capitalization, probably grammar mistakes and nothing else i can think of. let me know if i should add any :)

a/n: i tried to make this fic have a gender neutral reader so let me know if i got it wrong at one point. i did not proof read this, i am so sorrydbnd. i would also love to hear some feedback! i really hope you enjoy!

“georgie, stay still.” you said in a jokingly frustrated manner. the story of how you ended up sitting on your bed, in front of your best friend, the person you were deeply in love with and putting some lipgloss on his lips? let’s just say you were bored. all your dorm mates were out, and someone came in just in time. you were honestly very surprised when he agreed but very glad.

“you know i can’t ever stay still.” he started moving around, trying to get comfortable on the bed. “blimey, this is so weird. why does it feel like that?” you chuckled about how adorable he is. you thought about how much you want to cuddle up to him, kiss his soft lips, trail your hands down on his soft skin. you wanted to hold him like he was the most precious thing in the world. well, he is to you. but you knew you couldn’t do any of that. he would never feel the same.

“it feels like what?” you said, chuckles present.

“it’s.” he trailed off and frantically made hand gestures, trying to think of a word for this odd feeling on his lips. “gooey. i don’t know. it’s just weird.” you chuckle again and finally put the tube down.

“now, smack your lips.”

“wait what? smack them? how the bloody hell am i supposed to do that?” he said, genuinely confused. you just laughed and said,

“do this.” you smacked your lips, trying to show him how to do it. he tried to do so but ended up looking like a quacking duck. you broke down to a fit of laughter when george tried to do the same.

“what? i did what you showed me.” he pouted as you let out a little giggle.

“nothing.”

“nothing? nothing, huh?” you shook your head, trying to hold back a laugh as he narrowed his eyes on you. he looked so stupid trying it. still very attractive though. surprisingly, he just kept quiet and let it go.

“do you really wear this everyday?”

“no. only when i want to.”

“which is, everyday?”

“huh, yeah.” you smiled, barely remembering picking up the said tube every morning. you just smiled to yourself but then you realized,

“wait, how’d you know i wear lipgloss everyday? i don’t remember telling you about it ‘til now.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“it’s not easy to miss. your lips are always glossy and shining under the lights.” he said so easily like he thought about it everyday. you were a bit taken aback. but in a good way. he noticed you. he noticed your lips. you were suprised but it made your heart melt. little did you know, he always observed you and your beautiful features like you were an expensive artwork. but you didn’t know that, you were oblivious.

“that’s cute.”

“you think i’m cute?”

“what? no, i said ‘that’s cute’ not ‘you’re cute’.” you replied with a slight panic in your voice. you watched george smirk which led to you getting all flustered, looking everywhere but his face. this cheeky bastard.

“yeah, alright.” oh my, that smirk. you thought you could collapse underneath his stare. you playfully rolled your eyes as an attempt to cover your flustered state and moved on. you stood up to your drawer, putting the tube back in and pulled out a little pouch full of colorful little plastic clips that are wonderfully shaped like butterflies.

“what’s that?” george asked as you sat back down in front of him.

“hair clips.” you looked up at george who was wearing a befuddled expression. “you clip it to your hair. kind of like decorating a Christmas tree but the tree’s your hair.” you explained in an odd but simple way, hoping that you wouldn’t have to explain any further.

“oh, right. i know now. ginny wears those sometimes. wait, are you gonna be putting that on my hair?”

“well, yeah. if you want me to.” you answered, making sure he’s alright with it. he thought about it for a few moments.

“well, sure why not. you seem excited about it so i bet i’ll look pretty.” he said, flipping his long red hair over his shoulder. you laughed at this and continued to open up the pouch. you scooched over to george’s back and grabbed a small tuft from the left side of his soft hair, dividing it into three equal bunches. you overlapped each of the bunches of hair over each other carefully, trying not to hurt the boy in front of you. you created a beautiful loose braid that was small enough to be clipped in with the mini butterflies. you cautiously grabbed the braid, careful not to break it and grabbed a clip while doing so. you held it right on the middle of the backside of his head and secured it with the clip. you were pretty proud of it, not gonna lie.

“are you done yet?” george asked, impatient as always.

“not yet, just hold on.” george groaned playfully as you gathered a tuft of hair from the right side and repeated the process. the tip of your tongue was out due to you concentrating, not wanting to mess this up. sticking your tongue out while you were concentrating was another thing george always noticed about you. he found it absolutely precious but he didn’t say a word about it.

after you braided the right bunch, you held it near the other braid and clipped it tightly.

“ow!” george squealed as he felt the clip against his scalp and the way his head tightened.

“oh! i’m so sorry.” you said as you took it out and held it back in more loosely.

“is that good now?”

“yeah, it’s good. okay, can i see now?”

“no, i’m not yet done.”

“merlin, how long will this take?”

“just wait a few more minutes. it didn’t even take that long.”

“yeah, right. well it felt like hours.”

“no it didn’t.”

“yes, it did.” both of you exchanged an unneeded playful banter over something so ridiculous but this was quite normal for you two.

“alright, shut up. i’m trying to finish this.”

“alright, fine.” you could hear his playful pout through his words.

you collected a few of the clips on your one hand, picking up the ones you were going to use with the other. you grabbed one and secured it near the braid and did this again and again all over his hair. soon enough, his hair was filled with so many colors of fascinating butterflies and you loved it. it was so pretty and colorful. you stood up and went in front of george to adjust the little strands of hair that was on his face. george just sat there, a bit confused but with a huge smile on his face as he saw how focused you were. he found you stunning.

“merlin, you’re beautiful.” he whispered suddenly under his breath but even if he didn’t want it to be, it was loud enough for you to hear.

“what?” you asked, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks. you heard the words he said very clearly, you were just in disbelief. did i hear that right? did he just call me beautiful? i mean he has done that before but this seemed- i don’t know, sincere. these thoughts have been running through your head. does he like me back? no, he’s probably just being nice. right?

“er- the moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?” he stumbled with his words a bit, contemplating whether or not to tell you what he actually thought.

“oh- yeah, it always does.” you answered, a bit disappointed and bemused. you thought you heard him right the first time but you figured it was just your mind messing with you. trying to make you happy and distract you from the fact that he will never like you back. that’s what you thought. you tried your best to brush all of this off but it wasn’t exactly working.

“well, we’re done.”

“finally, that took forever.”

“please don’t start this again.” he chuckled as you said this to him, sighing.

“yeah, yeah alright. i won’t.” he smiled at you and examined your face for a while. your features were refined under the shine of the moonlight that reflected through the open window. you did the same to him, staring at his chocolate brown eyes that glimmered so gracefully. you swore that you felt the space between you two grow smaller and you weren’t against it but you suddenly became aware of what you were doing and decided to snap out of it.

“anyways, c’mon. let’s go look in the mirror.” you stood up and held your hand out, gesturing for him to hold on to it. he abruptly broke out of his trance and grabbed it as he let you carry him up. you then lead him to the mirror in your dorm which was right next to the large bronze arch window. he looked at the mirror and smiled.

“wow, i look cute.” you laughed at this and looked at him though the mirror. he did look cute. so cute. you noticed a strand of his hair standing up so you reached out to it and straightened it out. it was george’s turn to look at you in the mirror. he thought that the way you did everything gently was so telling to your personality. you may be a fierce person but you had a good heart. you stood up against anything that you knew was wrong and you stayed loyal to your loved ones. even though you’re all of these, you were very kind and caring. you had a soft spot. specifically for george.

he turned his head towards you and stared at you. you looked back at him confused.

“what?” you chuckled quite nervously, starting to get self-conscious. you thought there was something on your face so you put your hand up to it and felt around.

“no, don’t do that. there’s nothing on your face.” he said calmly, grabbing your hand away from your face softly.

“then why are you staring at me like that?”

“because.” he hesitated a bit but decided that his feelings were kept for way too long and that now was the chance. “you look gorgeous.”

you thought you were surprised when you misheard that from him earlier but now, you really were. though, you still felt as if he was just being nice to you after you fixed his hair up for him. you decided to act calm and ‘play his little game’.

“thank you, georgie. you look dazzling as well.” you laughed as you turned around to head back to your bed.

“no, y/n. i’m serious.” he said to you, wanting you to listen carefully. serious? what does he mean by serious? you heard him take a deep breath before saying,

“look, okay. y/n, i have liked you ever since i first met you.” you were taken aback. were you hearing this right? if it was another trick your brain was playing on you, you didn’t like it. you’ve had enough of its little lies. but it wasn’t a lie. your brain didn’t make it up. it was true.

“when i first saw you on that train, i thought that you were the most beautiful being that i’ve ever seen walk on this earth. i always thought that you were perfect. i mean, you are so amazing, how could anyone not like you? but when you defended fred and i when we did that prank and when you did it again and again, i knew i was in love with you.” george said with so much passion and sincerity. you stood there in shock, trying to process what you just heard.

“i know it all came so suddenly but i’ve felt that way for a long time now and i just needed to take it off my chest.” you looked at him and smiled. so wide that your cheeks were hurting.

“i love you too, georgie. ever since you helped me on that charms homework that i stressed so much about.” you finally spit it out. you were proud of yourself. and george was pleasantly surprised.

“really?”

“yeah.” you both chuckled at your obliviousness. the thing you both feared the most from happening didn’t happen. you were filled with joy at that moment. that was until he grabbed your hand and walked closer to you. you knew what was gonna happen and of course, you were happy about it but you were nervous. he leaned closer to you to the point where your foreheads touched.

“can i kiss you?” he wanted to make sure that you were okay with it. and you were. you took a deep breath in,

“yes.” that was when you felt your lips touch one another’s. it was that moment when you felt like you were in heaven. like it wasn’t real. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. your lips moved together slowly and fireworks erupted in your heart. you felt butterflies in your stomach. you could taste the strawberry flavor of the lipgloss as you kissed him. you continued doing so with so much love that you didn’t hear the door open.

“oh, dear. sorry for disturbing you.”

“yeah, we’ll just give you privacy.” said two very familiar voices. this caught both you and george in surprise, breaking off the kiss.

“luna, padma, cho. i’m so sorry.” you apologized, feeling shy around your dorm mates for the first time in a while.

“oh, no. it’s alright. it’s our fault.” padma said, slightly smirking.

“we’re happy for you, though!” luna replied in her soft and soothing voice that you loved. both you and george just smiled sheepishly.

“anyways, we’ll get on going.” cho said, breaking off the tension. as your beloved dorm mates left the room, padma winked at you as the others giggled.

“that was interesting.” george smiled.

“yeah.” you bowed your head down trying to hide the clear embarrassment on your face. george lifted your chin and grabbed your face softly, kissing you one more time.

“jeez, do you already miss my lips?”

“i’m gonna be completely honest, yeah. they taste good.” you laughed loudly at this.

“yours did as well. it was probably just the lipgloss.”

“oh, yeah. right, forgot i was still wearing that.”you both laughed and kissed one last time before happily walking out your dorm hand in hand. needless to say, this relationship is the cutest and most chaotic thing anyone at hogwarts has ever seen.

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ending a/n: yay!! i finally finished this fic. it’s very simple concept but i loved it ‘cause it was adorable. i really hope you enjoyed and i hope that you have a great day! mwah!

i’ll be tagging some people who i think would be interested in this (sorry for bothering youdhdj): @georgeweasley19 @audreysmusings @lunalovecroft @boneyw @quadrupledeckertaco @krasivayadarling @cedwardcullen

#george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfictions #harry potter #sofia’s writing #let’s all be honest my writing isn’t goodjdjjd #but it’s pretty fun and i love that #this is pretty long idk #let’s see if this makes any sense when i wake up tomorrow #george weasley oneshot #george weasley fluff #george weasley #georgie <3